My wife turned (she won't thank me for saying) thirty-four on the weekend, so I took her to the Pool House Hotel for a couple of nights. To relax. To unwind. To get-away-from-it-all.
It's 180 miles west and quite a long drive - especially if you use Google Map, which I believe with absolute certainty, is determined to mess with me - but the great views along the way make it worhwhile.
As it turned out, we were the only guests in the seven-room hotel, so we had personal service throughout. The seven course meal each evening was perhaps a little rich for my blood - and I don't think The Wife appreciated the buckshot in her wood pigeon - but it made a welcome change from pizza and garlic bread.
I would definitely recommended it if you are ever looking for a romantic getaway this far north. Very peaceful: very quiet.
Of course, my wallet is a little lighter, but...
4 comments:
Yes, I am not thankful for my age to be published!
Wow, the decor in those rooms is... unique. Yeah, that's the word. ;-)
Oh so you are the sweet romantic one?? Who would have thunk it from that quite boy at Nowra High... hehehe Well done I am sure all the points you scored have been crossed off with the age thing... but good try anyway.
Ben, you would be correct about the age thing! But I have only been married a couple of years: I'm still learnin' the ropes.
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